After talking with Hermione, I left quickly and returned to my apartment. I took off my clothes and stood in the shower for about an hour. Halfway through it the water turned cold but I was too distracted to notice:

"What? His sister died?

"Yes, not too long ago.

I leaned against my car. Even though I was an only child, Tony and Aiesha were like siblings to me. I never wanted to imagine life without them.

"Ginny was the youngest of the seven and the only girl. But she was the closest to Ron, being only a year younger than him. Ron was always over protective of her and she would never admit it, but she was protective of him. She was always there when he needed her and put him in his place when he acted stupid."

"How did she die?"

"Even now the grief is too great for me to talk much about it. But I am sure when Ron is ready he will confide in you."

"No he won't," I said sadly, remembering what I had done to him. "He won't talk to me anymore."

"Whatever was said between you two, it would be a very big mistake not to try and resolve it. You both have gone through some hard times and you two don't need anyone else but each other."

I finally got out of the shower and dried myself off. I didn't hinder myself with clothes as I walked around the new apartment into the kitchen. I always drank a glass of water after a hot shower but I didn't finish it this time. I looked at the microwave clock and saw that it was almost midnight. My first night in the new apartment was shitty.

It's been a couple of weeks since I've seen Ron. I have hung out with Hermione and the others, but Ron was never available. That didn't surprise me; I really didn't want to see him.

Actually, I did. A lot. But I didn't know what to say. For the first time in my life I didn't know what to say. What was this boy doing to me?

Hermione kept on trying to get us back together but we didn't listen to her. I was being stubborn and Ron was still hurt. I told Hermione that it was over; there was nothing she could do. I had hurt Ron deeply and there was no turning back.

The last few days I haven't really talked to anyone. My job has called me on a new project that couldn't wait until I was supposed to come back. They were making a new RPG and they need some character designs. That was simple enough, since they gave me until the end of August to do it and it was only July 6th. But as I started on some sketches, my mind kept wandering over to the image of Ron. And the way I work, whatever I am thinking, I sketch it on paper. So that is what I did. Even though I had a few characters, the main drawings were of Ron.

After about a week of no sleep, barely eating, and ignoring my phone, I came up with some okay sketches. I wasn't pleased with them and I did plan on redoing them. I yawned loudly and went to eat some grapes. I was so sleepy I almost tripped on the couch, which was nowhere near the kitchen. And then there was a faint knock on my door.

I was wearing only a white long button up shirt that went down to my upper thigh and some black bikini panties but I was too tired to care. I opened the door and looked into a pair of ocean blue eyes.

"Hello Kris," Ron said in a soft voice.

"Hi," I said tiredly, moving aside to let him in.

He walked in with a couple of bags that smell suspiciously like Chinese food. I closed the door and sat down on the couch while he put the bags on the kitchen table. Through my hazy eyes I could see that he hadn't changed. He was still tall and muscular and sweet as ever. If it was possible his hair shined brighter than normal, but it must have been the lighting.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

God I was so tired, this was really the first time I had sat down on something so comfortable. I had pushed myself not to sit on the bed or couch, knowing I would go to sleep.

Finally his words registered in my head and I said, "I don't have time to eat."

Ron looked over at me and I was lost as usual in his eyes. They looked concerned and fuzzy. Everything started to look fuzzy. As he walked over to me and sat down I moved to the other end. I hadn't taken a shower for two days and I knew I stank.

"Kris, you should eat. You look sick," Ron said moving closer to me.

"I'm fine," I said and got up off the couch. He had to stay away. He had to leave. He couldn't see me like this.

"Look, Hermione told me you had an important project to do, but you shouldn't endanger yourself just to get it done."

"Shut up. I can take care of myself."

Ron stood up and advanced towards me. I moved backwards into my bedroom and fell on my bed.

"Get away," I said softly as he sat next to me. I tried to move but I was too weak and he held me down with his hand on my stomach.

"You need to sleep but first, wash your stinking ass," Ron said and started to unbutton my shirt.

"What are you....." I wasn't THAT sleepy to not notice what he was doing.

"Shush," He picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bathroom. He started my shower and when the water started to steam, he adjusted the temperature and pushed me towards the tub.

"Finish taking off your shirt and underwear so you can wash up."

I was too tired to argue so I did what he said and stood in the shower. I slowly washed myself but thoroughly since I knew I was nasty. After I was done I stepped out and put on a large towel, leaving my hair dripping everywhere. I walked into my room and saw that Ron was standing outside the door waiting.

"Wait right there," He said and went into the bathroom. He emerged with another large towel and led me over to the bed. He gently dried my hair off and pulled out an old and large black t-shirt for me to wear. He turned around as I put it on and when I was done, he continued the drying of my hair.

When he dried it as much as he could, he led me over to my soft bed and pulled the covers up to my chest. He walked out to the door and I drifted off to a comfortable sleep, which was needed more than I knew.

"Why are you here?" I asked before I was completely asleep.

Ron stopped midway closing the door and looked down.

"I couldn't stay away."

I woke up randomly, feeling refreshed from my dreamless sleep. I vaguely remembered everything that happened, just Ron showing up and making me take a shower. I yawned loudly because I was still sleepy, but I had to get up and finish my work.

I went into my bathroom and did my normal duties. I didn't bother putting on any more clothes since the oversized shirt was long enough to cover the important stuff. I walked into the living room and saw Ron fast asleep on my couch.

I kneeled down beside him and brushed his soft hair away from his face. His hand shot up and grabbed mine, looking right into my eyes.

"You scared me."

"Sorry, I thought you were asleep," I said and moved to get up but he sat up and pulled me to sit in-between his outstretched legs.

"No, I meant the other day. You looked so tired, so weak; I thought you were seriously sick."

I said nothing as I nestled myself between his legs. I missed the feel of his body wrapped around mine. I inhaled his scent, never wanting to be away from it again. Never wanting to be away from him.

"I'm sorry about what I said. I......" Ron silenced me with a soft kiss.

He pulled away after a long, breathtaking minute and said, "That's in the past, lets worry about our future," And he kissed me again, this time with more passion.

'Our future.' That sounded good to me. I will never do anything to mess up what we have. Whether we will end up fuck buddies or soul mates, it wouldn't matter to me as long as I was with him.